[i]Prideful,[/i] *wings manifest black fire as they swipe and cut each spear tossed* [i]yet brash.[/i] *walks slowly towards you* [i]I do not know what fuels your fire to win, bird, but it is misplaced.[/i] *all six wings point to you, then, with orange and red energy, the glow and point to my head* [i]Where victory was once your gambit, survival now takes priority.[/i] And whether or not you can withstand our might, [i]our ire will urge us on to fight.[/i]